The Scarf Witch

I must walk
I must tread through the thickness of this world
		Because that is what is expected
	How long - how far I have come and I find myself buried.

I'm starting to see a glimmer of the sun once again
	How did I get so buried?
	
The world had no use for my heart
	…no reason to hear my song
	
yet - the universe stirs a fire 

There is truth buried in my soul - surely to say it - 
	to breath life into the madness that whirls within - 
	
	surely
		…can it?  would it?  would it lift out of the cavern of my soul 
		and pierce into a heart that is not my own? 
There is meaning within me
	why did I forget?  how did I lose myself that much?  And what do I do now?
	when doing was the problem 
	
	How can I let go of this spirit and still have a use in this world?  
…if I release this piece of my soul and send it into the world - would anyone want to hear?  
what change would it bring?  what comfort would it bring?  

but it is true.
	and I will speak
	and I will walk
	and I will not be buried again